*The halfling's whip wrapped around the charging demon's leg, but his momentum swept it from her hands. Noticing the fog was not helping, she banished it with a thought.*

Great. Now what? No need to pull out the bow; already saw what happens with that...But...Maybe?...

*Ducking and dodging between combatants, the young woman retrieved her knives and whip. Dropping to the ground, she rolled out of the path of the imminent fireball. Coming up onto one knee, she looked about. Nictos was hard pressed; Rag was barely on his feet; Nasas was injured; Fireforge was still down; Lemac was in the path of a second demon bolt. Laying her cloak and quiver aside, Gamine removed the hatchet from the fold she had hidden it in. The tatoo on her left arm glowed an odd shade of green. A slight breeze seemed to stir about her. Torn between battles, she paused...*


(ooc: Aaah. That explains everything.)


Insanity can be a becoming accessory.


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